Rhythm's Blues

by Kimberly Brown

“She was my daughter before she was your mama. I’ll beat both y’all asses.”

I could take my L’s in silence. I was already embarrassed. There was no need to publicize that embarrassment.

The bitch was only gone an hour, and Jodeci was in the fucking desert crying in leather about her ass.”

“Now don’t be one of those bitches that moved out only to move right back in,”

Sweet nothings will always be sweet nothings if ain’t no action behind those words. If it’s one thing I know, you can never trust a nigga’s words. Show and prove, baby.”

Pick me the first time, or don’t pick me at all.”

He told me I was seeing what I wanted to see. Why the fuck would I want to see the man I loved be all over another woman? Make it make sense.

I haven’t met a man yet that is worth wrapping your entire identity up in. It doesn’t matter how much you love someone. You should never have to change who you are to fit in their life.”

I’d love to stay. Only for a while though. You might meet a man, and I’m not trying to hear him clapping your cheeks.” “And you know this ass is gonna clap!”

I angled the camera so she could see my entire look. “All right, now! You got the thigh meat out. Titties sitting up. The face card is super valid.

I was young, beautiful, and I had options too. If he didn’t know what he had when he had me, he’d just have to learn to miss his water when his well ran dry.

“I’m not a selfish lover. I know how to get me off. My job is to make sure you leave satisfied. This ain’t my first rodeo, baby. I handle pussy, very well, I might add. You don’t have to do shit but take this dick.”

“I’m not the one that’s semi-attached to my ex. You know what you want, and you also know the type of dick I’m swinging. If you want me, you know how to contact me. Just drop me a location.”

He was sending all these gifts, and while they were lovely, they didn’t make up for the disrespect. He had to do more… show more… be more.

I wasn’t afraid of this lil nigga, but I’d rather not have to beat his ass about fucking his girl that really wasn’t his girl.

“The first step to getting help is always admitting you need it.

Shey Watson was one of the strongest women I knew, but even the strong had weaknesses and breaking points.

“Yes, although he was looking good as hell in those gray sweats and white tee. Tattoos and dick just all out for the world to see, girl.” “Oh, so he was in typical slut attire?” “Slut with a capital S.L.U.T.”

“You realize that you don’t have to accept the versions of people who no longer align with who you are, right? People change and grow at different paces. Sometimes you outgrow them, even if you love them. Don’t get so comfortable having people in your life that you don’t know when it’s time to remove them.”

I’m not the type of nigga that waits for somebody to tell me I can have something. If I want it, I get it. So yo’ nigga is just gon’ have to take his L in good stride ’cause I want you.”

“Bitch, how are you going to see your new nigga at your old nigga’s event?”

“If opportunity presents itself, beat his ass.”

Daddy Baker don’t play about his baby😂😂😂

“Grams, how do you expect to get these great grandchildren if I’m not being fresh?”

I’ll always make sure you choose you. If you aren’t happy with yourself, we can’t be happy together.”

“I can see we are gonna fight. I don’t ask for much.” “Which is why you deserve the world.”

I wouldn’t give my respect just because somebody felt like they deserved it, no matter who they were.

I couldn’t stand people who posted everything online and then complained about everybody being in their business.

“If you don’t let people know that they got you fucked up, who else will?”